UNLIKELY

You are my

Dissociative fantasy

- That's where you will remain

For me

A clear and present

Memory

Of a moment

Of perfection

But attachment

Ruins everything

It debases it

Turning thrills

Into pleasantries

And wiles

Into reality

I just want to keep

-One perfect thing-

If I came to you

It would be suddenly

But it

-Still-

Remains

Unlikely